The Family Fang Book 소설 & 이야기

“You can say that again.” I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent, the crackle of fire behind us fading into background noise. The Pale Fang had haunted our family for generations, stealing lives, staining legacies, twisting bloodlines. But we ended it. After all the loss, betrayal, pain, and confusion, we stood here. Victors. And watching the last of that cursed legacy crumble to ash? It was more satisfying than I ever dreamed.

"And finally, the Blackwood Family. They’re the dark horses of the Greatest Families, involved in more… questionable businesses. Rumors swirl around them constantly—some say they’re involved in the underworld, others claim they control a network of spies and informants. Lord Victor Blackwood is a mysterious figure, and no one knows the full extent of his power. But one thing’s for sure—no one messes with the Blackwoods lightly." Liam took a sip of water before going on, his tone growing more serious. "But the most respected—and feared—of the families is the Fang family. They’re a martial arts dynasty that has protected the Capital for centuries. They’ve trained countless warriors, and their

Then I skipped out of the room and disappeared down the hall. That night, I started reading my daddy's favorite incest story. "Why do you hate me, daddy?" And from the very first paragraph, I was hooked. I literally couldn't stop reading. Parts of the story made me cry. Others made me laugh. The relationship between Gracie and her sisters was endearing. But the relationship with her dad... wow, I fully understood what my dad meant about it being a "slow burn". My pussy felt like it had been put on a spit and slowly turned over a fire all night long while I read. I started reading close to eleven and it was nearly four in the morning before I finished the story.

'Long ago, Calix's great great great grand father's father was an alpha of pack The Night Hunters. His name was Fang. The pack's southern boarder use to be empty to vast unknown land. Never changing. The real threat at the time was to the north, where their rival pack Scarlet Moon resided. They were a much stronger- larger pack. Fang was worried daily he might be overthrown by the northern pack's alpha. Fang was only eighteen. He lost his parents due to the previous winter's cold season. An outbreak of disease spread through the pack and they didn't survive. It was a witch's curse.-

“It’s ok Lili, dad was controlling you with that stupid watch, it’s not your fault. Also stop screaming, I have the worst headache of my life right now.” Janea now had a stern look on her face. “Explain everything that happened in that house. Now.” Oh, I hate it when she gets like this. So I explained the whole story up until she burst through the door. “Wow, no offense, but your mom sounds awful. And why would your dad revive her?” Janea said.

“Live by their terms or die by their shame.” He took the older pills, which his father felt were already less potent from the hidden compartment under his bed, tossed one into his mouth, and swallowed dry. It scratched his throat like sandpaper. Then he stood, shoulders straightened, and headed out. Kael was waiting. The moment Zeil stepped out, Kael turned his head slightly. That same annoying stick shifted on his lips. Zeil gave a quiet mutter under his breath. “Damn thorn.” The sun had reached its peak, heat dancing on stone paths as they moved together through the pack’s inner halls. The ground changed from stone to soft grass as they approached the Ironfang’s compound.

It took three days to lose that hope. By the time the engagement was announced, the family had already turned it into fact. That night, while the celebration was still going on downstairs, I passed the small bar off the library and heard Dante speaking to a few men from the family. At first, I only caught my name. Then I heard the rest. "At first, I thought she was different," he said. "But if she had a hand in what happened that night, then this is just me cleaning up a mess." Someone said it might not have been her. Someone said the whole thing felt wrong.